"President Xavier, about your daughters..." Every Christmas, he would personally pick out gifts and stuff them into the big red stockings by Sarah's and Felicity's beds.
But this year, with Joan Shaw in the picture, he seemed ready to give up on this five-year tradition.
"Then why don't we go to the toy store later and pick out some gifts for the two little ones?"
"Whatever you say."
In a luxurious apartment, a woman in a long, red nightgown was sprawled wantonly on the sofa, a wine glass in her hand.
Empty bottles lay scattered around the sofa, and the air was thick with the stench of alcohol.
When Harold let himself in with his key, the sight that greeted him left a bitter taste in his mouth.
'Was it worth it, getting drunk day in and day out for a man who abandoned her?'
'She's turning down jobs, not even looking at scripts... Does she plan to just let herself go like this? Has she forgotten how difficult it was to become an A-list star?'
